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And like that, both Sith had now drawn blood. They were close enough to share a cup of juice. Korjak lapped at his, though it was not his blood. He tasted a spatter of red just as something touched his leg. A flattering gesture, sure, but not very welcome.
Raze, in his own way, had lashed out from the blow, but that blow had surely hurt his focus as much as his flesh. Still, his sweep was successful, leg connecting with leg, and as Korjak sucked on his lower lip to stifle a cackle, he fell. It was not entirely without purpose. Instead of collapsing to his face as most undignified for a king, Korjak followed his fall into a roll, right side striking the ground to further himself away from his foe.
He made sure to minimize as much contact with his left arm as possible, and mostly succeeded. Rising as soon as he could, the fingers of Korjak’s right hand coiled around hilt like a snake had escaped his soul. His left hand, though, well he found that it was no longer clutching anything but its own fist. The sword had escaped him like the wind, strewn upon the arena, while his arm was on fire.
“KORJAAAAAAAAAK!”
The King thundered toward the crowd. It was a brief respite, afforded only for as long enough as his enemy did not charge, but the moment would suffice. Korjak sniffed the air, smelled a storm coming. Maybe Raze was charging now. Maybe he had already been charging as his king was calling to his people. Oh well.
Suddenly, Korjak's right hand released his remaining sword to stab into the bloody floor. He had no use of his left arm for the moment. He had every use of his right hand. It shot forward, and bursting from its palm, latticed between its fingers, was an energy that forked from the fingertips, for the hand had summoned a storm—and that storm had called upon the wrath of a king.
With a cry of thunder, Korjak unleashed some fierce lightning upon his contender. It bolted across the plain to plunge into its prey; unrelenting and unforgiving. It was fast, obviously, and all the quicker if the fool had been coming at his king all the while. No matter. Difficult to dodge lightning. But, if Dazed Raze rivaled Korjak’s rage, if he gave into all that pain and hate, then, well...one more drink before the war, perhaps?
@Sreeya @Dread
Raze, in his own way, had lashed out from the blow, but that blow had surely hurt his focus as much as his flesh. Still, his sweep was successful, leg connecting with leg, and as Korjak sucked on his lower lip to stifle a cackle, he fell. It was not entirely without purpose. Instead of collapsing to his face as most undignified for a king, Korjak followed his fall into a roll, right side striking the ground to further himself away from his foe.
He made sure to minimize as much contact with his left arm as possible, and mostly succeeded. Rising as soon as he could, the fingers of Korjak’s right hand coiled around hilt like a snake had escaped his soul. His left hand, though, well he found that it was no longer clutching anything but its own fist. The sword had escaped him like the wind, strewn upon the arena, while his arm was on fire.
“KORJAAAAAAAAAK!”
The King thundered toward the crowd. It was a brief respite, afforded only for as long enough as his enemy did not charge, but the moment would suffice. Korjak sniffed the air, smelled a storm coming. Maybe Raze was charging now. Maybe he had already been charging as his king was calling to his people. Oh well.
Suddenly, Korjak's right hand released his remaining sword to stab into the bloody floor. He had no use of his left arm for the moment. He had every use of his right hand. It shot forward, and bursting from its palm, latticed between its fingers, was an energy that forked from the fingertips, for the hand had summoned a storm—and that storm had called upon the wrath of a king.
With a cry of thunder, Korjak unleashed some fierce lightning upon his contender. It bolted across the plain to plunge into its prey; unrelenting and unforgiving. It was fast, obviously, and all the quicker if the fool had been coming at his king all the while. No matter. Difficult to dodge lightning. But, if Dazed Raze rivaled Korjak’s rage, if he gave into all that pain and hate, then, well...one more drink before the war, perhaps?
@Sreeya @Dread